What Are You Thinking, Fool?

Du Yue held a sword with both hands and stood in front of An Wu. There was no trace of blood on the blade that was shining with a cold light. However, the blood on the blade was flowing down, dripping drop by drop from the tip of the blade. Beside An Wu's feet, his two arms had already hit the ground, and the fingers on them were still twitching uncontrollably. Du Yue lowered her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "I hate it when people threaten me."

An Wu was still howling in pain. His two arms were cut off forcefully. The intense pain almost made him faint. Seeing that An Wu was still standing on the spot, he did indeed have some ability. Du Yue's hands turned, and the Tang sword in her hand also turned around with her movements. "You just said that as long as you move your finger, the people of Sunshine Courtyard will be reduced to ashes? But what can you do now? Your fingers are gone. If you can, why don't you try moving your toes?"